Keep Going, You Are Enough

Kieatrice Kangaroo began the new school year with the beautiful clothes her mother, Molly, had bought for her. She had an eye exam over the Summer and was fitted with glasses that made the world clear for the first time. She had new notebooks, pencils, pens, and a fascinating calculator. She had made straight A’s the year previous, and she was excited about the first day in class.

When the day came around, she dressed carefully and checked herself in the mirror, so she knew she looked alright. At the bus stop, some of the other joeys pointed at her and tittered with laughter.

She overheard one say, “Kieatrice looks like a four-eyed rat, and those clothes, I am sure they are second hand.”

Another said, “See how pointed her nose is, gotta be some rat in her ancestry.”

Kieatrice tried to hide the tears welling in her eyes, but she knew they would fall because water always runs downhill.

When the bright yellow bus pulled up most of the other joeys lined up ahead of Kieatrice, but suddenly she was pushed from behind and stumbled into someone else.

The joey turned and told her, “Don’t touch me four-eyes, I do not want your rat germs.”

The other joeys rushed past her, and she was last to board the bus.

The driver, Miss Eleanor, said, “Sweetheart, I saw what happened. You sit right here behind me. I will make sure you are safe as houses.”

Kieatrice was relieved by the driver’s kindness, she had ridden the same bus the year before. Miss Eleanor had always smiled and had a positive word for everyone.

When they arrived at school, Miss Eleanor turned to Kieatrice and said, “You can get off first, and I will talk to someone in the school. We do not tolerate bullies.”

She left the bus and scrambled across the lawn to the school. The joeys rushed past her, pointing, jeering, and laughing at her. By the time she reached the doors, she was snuffling, sobbing, trying to hide her upset.

The day was almost unbearable, with her having to sit all alone at lunch, she tried to understand what she had done. Nothing seemed to have caused all this animosity. She decided there must be something wrong with her, no other reason would suffice.

Then after lunch, her teacher, Mr. Vernly, lectured the class on bullying and opened the door to bring in a famous actress who told the students her story.

Miss Talent said, “When I was a child, joeys decided to pick on me. They shoved me, called me names, made fun of my glasses, my face, my clothes, there was nothing about me that was right according to them. I continued to study, making good grades, practicing my enunciation, entering contests, becoming the best I could be. I got contacts to replace my glasses. Even though those joeys could not see, there was greater goodness in me that their meanness could not destroy.”

When she finished talking she asked for questions, Kieatrice asked, “How did you find the strength to keep working?”

Miss Talent smiled and said, “I believed love was greater than evil and I chose to never give up. Anyone can choose their attitude despite the adversity they face, and let me tell you, love and attitude make all the difference. There are always others who support us, and we have to gather them as safety around us.”

Kieatrice said, “Thank you, I think it will all be okay. It was great you came here today.”

When she got on the bus that afternoon, she heard some negative comments about her, but Miss Eleanor allowed her to sit in the front seat and no one was brave enough to cause trouble on that bus. They whispered, but no joey laid a hand on her.

She left the bus ahead of the others, and though they made a fuss, she kept walking, not looking back. She decided that no matter what they did she would be a successful kangaroo. Life opened before her, and she chose to chase her dreams. Love would keep her, and she would never give up because she realized she was enough.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As always comments and discussion are much appreciated. Thank you for reading.

Speak Truth to Power

I have heard it said, “Speak truth to power.” My interpretation of that is that we are not to be intimidated by those who may have more education, money, status, class, political power, or any other difference that may set someone in a perceived position of superiority. I take it to mean we should let our opinion, which I am aware everyone has their own, be known respectfully in the public sphere.

There is something that has been tearing at my soul for some time, and though I steer away from controversy when I can, I feel it is time I speak my heart. I mean no offense to any, these are my thoughts on the issue.

Immigrants are and have always been the lifeblood of America. Most of us cannot claim our roots are indigenous. As birth rates continue to diminish among our population, it is needful that more citizens are admitted to our country. It is crucial to our prosperity. Many who come from diverse nations worldwide bring with them skills, cuisine, culture, and other benefits that make America a greater society.

Most immigrants are grateful for the opportunities offered here and work industriously to contribute to the melting pot that America is and always has been. Their achievements are legend.

The Bible encourages people to welcome strangers and treat them with love. This acknowledges that we were also once strangers, even far off from the Lord.

Some people come here because the conditions in their former places of residence have become intolerable and unbearable. Some seek asylum from barbarities that we can hardly imagine. Our America was to be a light welcoming the world. How have our hearts grown like stones, so cold our humanity freezes?

The difficulty of the path to citizenship in America and the lengthy time it entails is highly prohibitive to those who wish to do well and be assets to our communities. Many times a wait of several years keeps people from fully enjoying the advantages of being Americans longer than is reasonable. Most of we, who were born here, could not pass the test required of those who wish to gain entrance to full standing in our population.

My feeling is that policy should change, with a faster path to naturalization. I also believe if people have no criminal background that we should immediately welcome them. We are all people and we should accept one another with love.

As always comments and discussion are welcome. Thank you for reading.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

That moment… Otherwise Entertained

She remembers that day with Tony and Kelvin and the rest of the guys there; handbooks, guides, dice, scattered about the floor. The mood as always was boisterous, and the room needed soundproofing though it contained less than a dozen humans. Maybe it was too small a space to hold so much teenage energy. The furniture did not dampen the raucous, there was no way it could absorb everything going on.

She and Tony had been attending these game nights for weeks, Dungeons & Dragons had become Morgan’s favorite escape, from things she wished to leave unrecognized, ignored. Life was not following her plan, and she wondered why she had given up the promise of college for marriage in disarray. Why did she ruin the last tatters of her reputation by making all the kids at school think she was pregnant because she got married at sixteen? Now, the fairytale had become an unbearable cautionary story that seemed destined to end in tragedy.

She looked up from her Player’s Handbook, her eyes were drawn by the feeling she was being watched. Sitting across from her, less than ten feet away, Kelvin’s eyes met hers, and he gave her a rapscallion grin. She lowered her eyes to the book and fumbled with her dice, but she could feel the blush disclose her captivation. She had never been an elusive tome, always a book of unsecured pages, open to the observant. She glanced back at him, and Kelvin smiled as if he knew more than he rightfully should.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, July 18, 2018

There are already twenty-three chapters to this novel. This just seems to go near the beginning.

Are you brave?

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It takes courage to create, to engage the creative genius. One must overcome the demons of perfectionism, procrastination, and often, years of obscurity. The critics, the naysayers, the haters, they arrive in time to dampen desire.

Every work of towering imagination is a culmination of years of toil. Even when one appears to be living out an ordinary existence, work is being done to create a masterpiece. It may seem sudden, but success is not a momentary accomplishment. A lifetime of choices, effort, mistakes, and failures comes together in a triumph that may outlive its maker.

Are you brave?

Do you have what it takes to get up when the silence is deafening and try again? Can you make the sketch, layer the oils, when your heart is broken? Will you write when all the world has failed to appreciate your words? Can you pull the camera out of the bag and take the shot when all you have are neglected prints? Can you put new ingredients together once more after so often getting an unpalatable taste? Will you sing your song when you are afraid no one will applaud? Could you play your instrument when every other time you missed a crucial note?

Will you keep trying when your hope has fled, and you feel you are failing all alone?

You must! You must have the hope, will, desire, courage to keep making an effort when the effort is all you have; when defeat is sour on your tongue, and the fading light is dying. Only then, only when you have seen the death of all you believe you might do and you keep creating, just when you defeat the rejection, conquer the fear, and do it because you must, because creating is your life, only then will it happen. You will know yourself tenacious enough to capture the prize and build your dream.

Believe, love, be a blessing in the world because this broken world needs the blessing! Celebrate your gifts, your talents, your abilities, and accomplishments, even if you must celebrate alone. You are a magnificent human being capable of greatness. Should you be ignored, do not worry, your time will come. The creativity that resides within you will find a way of expression in the world that gives you meaning and aids others in their journeys.

Never, don’t you ever, give up!

© Jo Ann Joyce Anita Jordan

I am totally messed up! Really?

You alone are you, and you are enough. There is no need to hide who you are nor strive for unachievable perfection. You are adequate in all your ways. You be you and let the world think what it will, for you transcend the world. You are magnificent and whole. Be yourself. Believe in yourself. Use your creativity to outshine the stars, realize yourself more fully than yesterday, and build your dreams. Treasure your ideas and be uniquely and entirely genuine. Do not fear! There is no need to worry! Your journey will carry you where you belong. Trust that even in the darkest hour you are being led into your good.

Advice to a friend, I share with my friends…

You cannot give up, you have family and friends who love you more than they could ever express. You have survived and thrived in situations people cannot even imagine, you are as strong as most and stronger than the rest. You are vibrant, generous, friendly, loving, lovable, funny, kind, beautiful, and good; the world needs you and more like you. Believe in yourself, believe you are Beloved, remember the Lord is with you, and Never, Don’t You Ever, Give Up!

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We Are So Much More

Growing wild in a world
Where trials seem like mountains,
And temptations insurmountable;
There is hope because we surely know
God loves us more than any creation,
And made us with greater love,
But look, see, even the weeds are beautiful.

Do not doubt your worth,
Do not hold down your head,
Do not tell yourself you are less
Than enough; you are purposed
For this time and place, a chosen one,
A Child of Most High God,
He gave you life, He builds your hope,
He knows your pain, He supplies fresh joy.

Every day you are given
Is a chance to enact agape goodness
To those traveling the same realms.
Lift up your face, set your shoulders,
Lighten your voice, settle your smile,
Claim your place as one blessed,
One Beloved, given to share Love.

I am grateful:

  1. Even in my darkest times, I am given positive words to share.
  2. Things are no worse than they are.
  3. Libraries are bastions of knowledge.
  4. I live in the hope of the resurrection, believing there is more than this life.
  5. My dog, Hope is still with me.
  6. I renamed Ko-Ko as Tribble.
  7. There are always little things to bring smiles and satisfaction.

 

As a prompt: Consider the weeds, write or create what you will.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, July 18, 2018